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it's late February in Ontario. The temperatures are just starting to creep above freezing and it's raining instead of snowing. The snow is beginning to melt and the sidewalks are slushy and filled with puddles. I saw my first flock of geese flying around yesterday and a friend of a friend said they saw a few robins. Everyone was very excited about that. Robins! If you look very carefully at some trees, you can see the tiniest of buds. It feels like spring is just a breathe aw

I don't really like New Year's resolutions. A year is such a long time; heck, sometimes a week seems like an impossibly long time. Although I have habits I practise day after day after day (exercise, meditation, reading, etc) , any "resolution" I'd make on Dec 31 would probably disintegrate by January 15. Instead of resolutions, I prefer to set an intention for the year, usually by picking a word or a phrase that seems inspiring and somehow resonant. My words for 2025 were "e

We are in Deep Winter. The snow is swirling everywhere; the giant snow blower in the sky is set on "High" and the snow pours down in sheets, twirling left and right, up and down, in curls and diagonals, relentless. I am about halfway through Howard Bloom's book, The God Problem, in which he's explicating deep patterns in math and the universe, but happily minus the actual math equations, which is a relief. I'm concurrently listening to Josh Schrei's podcast, The Emerald, whic

I was thinking this week about beginnings. About how, no matter how old you are, you are always beginning something: a new project, a new book, a new way of seeing the world, a new skill, a new exercise program - whatever it is, I think, by our nature, humans are always drawn to starting new things, to transforming, to beginning again. Actors in particular. At the start of any project, there's a new audition, a new piece to learn, a new cast to meet, a new character to create

Two events converged this week that motivated this week's blog post. Early in the week, I found out that a friend of mine, who I know through acting class, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly due to complications from pneumonia. He was only 39, so his death was quite a shock. Adding to the shock was the fact that I ran into him completely by chance about 2 weeks before he died; he seemed perfectly healthy, and we had a pleasant conversation. The second event was my annual o

Mud rooms, porch swings, fuzzy mittens in winter, robin's eggs, oak leaf propellers in fall, puppy breath, napping with a baby, the smell of a child's newly wet hair, woolly bear caterpillars, half sour pickles, chocolate malts eaten with a wooden spoon at a baseball game, camp fires, the sound of the sea in a seashell, a clean kitchen, fiddle music, square dancing, sitting on the porch wrapped in a blanket watching a rain storm come in, Bollywood dances, the way you feel abo

Four years. Four years since my hormones went crazy, I lost interest in life, and Acting and I broke up. Four years since I've auditioned or sung or written a blog or wanted to be on stage or in front of a camera. Four years without a blog or an acting update. Fours years I been out of the game. About six months ago, I finally figured out what was wrong, went to see a bunch of doctors, came crawling back to life, started to try again; Acting and I got back together. He's a to

In late August of this year, the dating website OkCupid decided to screw with its users. Instead of using its regular algorythm, which calculates the number of "matches" you have with someone based on your answers on a personality/temperament questionnaire, they purposely put together mismatched people to see how the frequency of messages exhanged between the potential couples would differ from that of couples who were supposedly well "matched." Surprise, suprise, couples wh

A couple of experiences collided this month to produce the subject I want to write about today; human identity. The first one was, I went to see the movie, "Lucy." For those who haven't seen it, Lucy is about a woman (Scarlett Johansson, who plays the role with piercing eyes and a bit of a curious tic) who, because of a drug overdose, gains access to 100% of her brain, as opposed to the 10% the rest of us are using (This idea that we only use 10% of our brain is, in fact, a m

June is here, the end of the school year, the beginning of the summer. For people with school-age kids (of which I am one), the end of the year is always bitter-sweet. While I don't agree that people with kids experience a deeper or more significant type of love that is unknown to those without kids, I do think kids give you a unique and dramatic perspective on time. Nine months for an adult is nothing. From September to June for most of us, it's same-old-same-old: same job,